“Oh, God! That bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!”
“Oh God, Frankie, I breathe in rhythm with that man. You think that's not my flesh and blood after all these years?”
“No one should have to pay for love in flesh or blood. (Acheron)”
“Flesh, bodies, nerves, legs… things were getting all mixed up in his mind. It seemed to be filled with flesh, cloyed with the sweetish smell of flesh that is torn open and over which blood is pouring. It was his flesh, their flesh, lying about still alive, but dying, dying so slowly, dying so fast…”
“From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.”
“How could God be so cruel as to create a Muslim woman with so much flesh and so little sex appeal?”